Oscar smiled at me. Surely, he had something in mind.
"Do you know how long it took me to pick out that song?" He asked but I kept silent. "It took me three days." He said.
"Why'd it take so long?"
"I needed to find a song that earnestly conveyed my feelings and how I felt." I shook my head. "Although it didn't express all my feelings, it still worked out."
I stared at him for a while. I came down to return his keys. How did I end up having 'this' conversation with him?
"Oscar, don't you want to go home?" I asked.
He looked at me with a little surprise in his expression and sighed.
"If you were there, I think I'd be able to call it a 'home'." He smiled sadly.
I knew what he was getting at but decided not to dwell on it more. The night was too old for long talks.
"Alright! I'm going back in." I said and turned to leave. "Goodnight!"
"Goodnight! Sweet dreams!" He responded with a sweet smile.